The Eventuality of Hell

The darkest of lights.
Penetrates my mind’s eye.
Blistering the soul.
It caresses my spirit.
I’m ready to accept.
The blackness overwhelming me.

Just a shadow of who I used to be. 
I’ve walked as far away as I can.
Never looking back. Into your light.
I can no longer give myself to you.
The selfishness within me has taken control.
I see no point in bothering to care.

A future awaits that’s cold and dark.
Suffocating the weak man, I was.
Wearing black in memory for all to see.
There will be no ceremony for me.
The ash won’t be scattered. 
Dreams of the past will be shattered. 

A destiny of doom and gloom.
Seems so delightful I could swoon. 
Perhaps a death sentence, a finality.
Yet an end to the inner suffering.
Life can be so very tiring. 
Eternal blackness to cover this condition. 

The long sleep in a rotten bed.
Distant and remote from the safety of a saviour.
Complete madness for the world to witness.
Giving in to the addiction of self like never before.
Somewhere a peace will transcend everything.
Then at last I can fall away into the nothingness surrounding me.



◄ Bread and butter.

Get Away! ►


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 1st Dec 2019 12:42

Well, such thoughts certainly provides fodder for poetry. Much enjoyed the whole work. Greatly admire the second stanza. Would be interesting to know your definition of 'weak' as in ' a weak man'. Seems incongruous.

I take it cremation is not an option?

Dark glasses on purpose? Or an 'island man'? The expression is very pleasant.

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Robert holyland

Fri 22nd Nov 2019 10:55

Cheers .....Po and Do.

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Fri 22nd Nov 2019 10:12

🔆 brighter days at the horizon...keep going!!! 💖

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Fri 22nd Nov 2019 07:05

Soul searching stuff Robert.

There is always light at the end of a tunnel.
Some great descriptive poetic lines.


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